'She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept, and sighed full sore, And there I shut her wild, sad eyes With kisses four.
'And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dream'd Ah woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill's side.'
We found Browne in a nook among the rocks. A fire was burning beside him. He seemed to be sleeping.
'He looks as if he'd been sick,' I said. 'We'd better let him sleep on!'
'Yes; let's go to bed ourselves,' said Drayton, yawning.
So we lay down on opposite sides of the fire. Such a red and splendid fire that cold cock-crow time!
Browne kept giving sharp little moans in his sleep, just as a dog will do of nights.
'He's started a nightmare,' said I. 'I wish we could help him to better dreams. I'd like to see what he sees just now.'
Drayton began to drone from his side of the fire:
'I saw pale kings and princes, too; Pale warriors death-pale were they all. They cried, "La Belle Dame sans Merci" hath thee in thrall.